To Love A Giant
By: Alexandra "Me" Mayne
A/N: Tholena, or Fire, and Skyez ***Coming Soon***, and the plot are mine. Numair, the gang, etc., are not. Don't sue. Enjoy, R&R!!
"Sir Alanna?" Tholena stepped over a high threshold into a dim stable. Numair stepped in behind her.
"Ehum, Alanna?" A short, stocky redhead lady stepped forward from the stall of a tall silver stallion. She had violet eyes, matching earbobs and a pendant. Her voice was pleasant, and her attitude was crisp.
"'Lo, Numair. What's up?"
"I… Um… Have a little Diplomatic immunity case here I need you to help me with." He pointed to Tholena.
"My name is Tholena. Enchantress of Carthak."
The knight's eyes narrowed. Numair came in for the rescue.
"She needs diplomatic immunity. Apparently she isn't too well liked over there…"
Alanna straightened up, and smiled.
"Of course! Come this way, Tholena."
Numair waved them off as Alanna took Tholena's arm and led her to her quarters.
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Tholena found herself first in a private bath, where she could scrub the dirt that had built up that fall and winter from her skin and hair. When she stepped out, she was met by several maids. They bowed solemnly and offered her a towel for her hair and some perfumed hair oil.
"Lady Tholena, if you could follow us…" said an older maid, offering her a violet quilted robe and matching silk slippers. Tholena followed.
She found herself in a large bedroom. Sir Alanna was standing by a large wardrobe.
"Ah! Lady Tholena!"
"Please, your Ladyship, call me Fire. All my friends do."
Alanna was not at all taken aback by the young lady's forthrightness.
"Okay. But only if you call me Alanna. Here. Kuri Tailor made these up for you."
Alanna gave Fire a pair of homespun breeches and a silk shirt.
"Thank you, Alanna. If you please, I don't mean to be impolite, but I do wish to see his Royal Highness, King Jonathan."
Alanna nodded and smiled.
"You'll have to wait a while. He won't be back in town for a few days. He's off to some sort of meeting three days away… Here, let me show you around."
Fire was led around the handsome city of Tortall, through the shops section, where the Rider Trainees were quartered, and last, but not least, the stables.
"Daine? Where are you, Girl?" She called, as their eyes adjusted. They found the teenager grooming her steel grey mare, Cloud.
"Hello, Alanna," She said, wiping her hands on her shirt, and sending Cloud back into her stall with her Wild Magic. She shot a quizzical glance towards Fire.
"Hello, I'm Veraldaine Sarrasri. I help out with the Rider's horses."
She reached out her hands, palms skyward, as a gesture of goodwill, and welcome.
"Oh dear, my wits have gone begging! Tholena, former Enchantress of Carthak, this is Veraldaine Sarrasri, assistant of Onua Chamtong of the K'miri Raadeh. You can meet Onua later. Daine, this is Tholena, former enchantress of Carthak."
Fire nodded, smiling, accepting Daine's greeting.
"My friends call me Fire."
"My friends call me Daine."
Alanna laughed.
"My friends call me for supper, ladies, so lets go."
The lady knight, of course, was referring to the group of riders and young students who were calling in for them to supper and meditation.
"Well, Fire, welcome to Tortall. We were all new here once. You'll get used to it. You might even find a match someday." Daine laughed, as a large black stallion ambled in and greeted Cloud affectionately. As they walked towards the eating hall, the little group heard a frustrated voice in the stables.
i"Horse Lords! How did you get out of the paddock, Demon?"
That, of course, was Onua.
By: Alexandra "Me" Mayne
A/N: Tholena, or Fire, and Skyez ***Coming Soon***, and the plot are mine. Numair, the gang, etc., are not. Don't sue. Enjoy, R&R!!
"Sir Alanna?" Tholena stepped over a high threshold into a dim stable. Numair stepped in behind her.
"Ehum, Alanna?" A short, stocky redhead lady stepped forward from the stall of a tall silver stallion. She had violet eyes, matching earbobs and a pendant. Her voice was pleasant, and her attitude was crisp.
"'Lo, Numair. What's up?"
"I… Um… Have a little Diplomatic immunity case here I need you to help me with." He pointed to Tholena.
"My name is Tholena. Enchantress of Carthak."
The knight's eyes narrowed. Numair came in for the rescue.
"She needs diplomatic immunity. Apparently she isn't too well liked over there…"
Alanna straightened up, and smiled.
"Of course! Come this way, Tholena."
Numair waved them off as Alanna took Tholena's arm and led her to her quarters.
*************
Tholena found herself first in a private bath, where she could scrub the dirt that had built up that fall and winter from her skin and hair. When she stepped out, she was met by several maids. They bowed solemnly and offered her a towel for her hair and some perfumed hair oil.
"Lady Tholena, if you could follow us…" said an older maid, offering her a violet quilted robe and matching silk slippers. Tholena followed.
She found herself in a large bedroom. Sir Alanna was standing by a large wardrobe.
"Ah! Lady Tholena!"
"Please, your Ladyship, call me Fire. All my friends do."
Alanna was not at all taken aback by the young lady's forthrightness.
"Okay. But only if you call me Alanna. Here. Kuri Tailor made these up for you."
Alanna gave Fire a pair of homespun breeches and a silk shirt.
"Thank you, Alanna. If you please, I don't mean to be impolite, but I do wish to see his Royal Highness, King Jonathan."
Alanna nodded and smiled.
"You'll have to wait a while. He won't be back in town for a few days. He's off to some sort of meeting three days away… Here, let me show you around."
Fire was led around the handsome city of Tortall, through the shops section, where the Rider Trainees were quartered, and last, but not least, the stables.
"Daine? Where are you, Girl?" She called, as their eyes adjusted. They found the teenager grooming her steel grey mare, Cloud.
"Hello, Alanna," She said, wiping her hands on her shirt, and sending Cloud back into her stall with her Wild Magic. She shot a quizzical glance towards Fire.
"Hello, I'm Veraldaine Sarrasri. I help out with the Rider's horses."
She reached out her hands, palms skyward, as a gesture of goodwill, and welcome.
"Oh dear, my wits have gone begging! Tholena, former Enchantress of Carthak, this is Veraldaine Sarrasri, assistant of Onua Chamtong of the K'miri Raadeh. You can meet Onua later. Daine, this is Tholena, former enchantress of Carthak."
Fire nodded, smiling, accepting Daine's greeting.
"My friends call me Fire."
"My friends call me Daine."
Alanna laughed.
"My friends call me for supper, ladies, so lets go."
The lady knight, of course, was referring to the group of riders and young students who were calling in for them to supper and meditation.
"Well, Fire, welcome to Tortall. We were all new here once. You'll get used to it. You might even find a match someday." Daine laughed, as a large black stallion ambled in and greeted Cloud affectionately. As they walked towards the eating hall, the little group heard a frustrated voice in the stables.
i"Horse Lords! How did you get out of the paddock, Demon?"
That, of course, was Onua.